Although he would come to be best known as a member of the British royal family, Lord Snowdon was first, foremost and to the end, a photographer. A selection of his prints and other personal possessions are offered in Snowdon: A Life in Art and Objects
On leaving preparatory school in the summer of
1943, Antony Armstrong-Jones received a far-from-complimentary report. His
headmaster wrote that the 13-year-old ‘may be good at something, but it’s
nothing we teach here’.
That something would turn out to be photography,
and Armstrong-Jones would turn out to be very good indeed. This raffish figure
with a studio in Pimlico and a fondness for motorbikes had developed quite a
name for himself by the late 1950s.
He was even mooted for the role of official
photographer on the Duke of Edinburgh’s Commonwealth tour on the Royal Yacht
Britannia. The Duke’s personal secretary, Michael Parker, however, flatly
rejected the idea on grounds that Armstrong-Jones was ‘far too bohemian’.
Three years later, the Duke of Edinburgh found
great amusement in telling Parker that the ‘bohemian’ was to become his
brother-in-law. On May 6, 1960, Armstrong-Jones married Princess Margaret in
Westminster Abbey before a global television audience of 300 million.
The couple settled into apartments at
Kensington Palace, but Lord Snowdon (as the groom officially became known) kept
his friendships with London’s leading writers, actors and artists.
He took portrait shots of them regularly, and
a selection of these are on offer in Snowdon: A Life in Art and Objects at
Christie’s in London between September 3 and 24. The sale features photographs
and other items that belonged to Armstrong-Jones before his death in 2017, aged
When he was in hospital with polio as a
teenager, Marlene Dietrich popped in to sing for him — accompanied by Noël
David Hockney, Ian McKellen and Isabella
Rossellini are just three of the cultural luminaries he captured. According to
Patrick Kinmonth, his one-time art director at Vogue magazine, ‘Snowdon [was]
never happier than when photographing artists of any kind’.
Why might that have been the case? The obvious
answer is that, as an artist himself, he recognised kindred spirits. Perhaps,
as a photographer who had to keep up appearances as a royal, he appreciated the
element of performance in their work, too.
As the nephew of the celebrated stage
designer, Oliver Messel, Armstrong-Jones had also been used to being around
artists from a young age. When he spent six months in hospital with polio as a
teenager, Marlene Dietrich popped in to sing her famous number The Boys in the
Back Room for him — accompanied by Noël Coward on piano.
His experience of polio, incidentally, left him with a slight limp
— as well as a lifelong concern for disabled people. He’d go on to fight a
successful campaign against British Rail to improve its access to wheelchair
passengers; and in 1980 he set up the Snowdon Award Scheme (now the Snowdon
Trust), a charity that helps disabled students in further education.
As for the style of his portrait photography, it has been described as ‘immaculately ordered but emotionally detached’. Which is to say, his images are pure, powerful and uncluttered, yet marked by a certain distance between himself and his subjects.
Isabella Rossellini and Mikhail Baryshnikov, 1984.
‘I don’t want people to feel at ease,’ Snowdon
said of his approach, as if happy to leave any friendship he had with his
sitters at the studio door. He wasn’t one for chatting while he worked. On
getting down to business, ‘an almost unearthly feeling of suspension’
developed, Kinmonth says, as the photographer set about the ‘palpable hunt for
his image’, waiting for the sitter to reveal something telling about
Three pictures in the upcoming sale — of the actors Fiona Shaw
(1989) and Ian McKellen (1984), and of the playwright John Osborne (1991), all
of them sitting on a chair, without background, posing at us — are what one
might call typical Snowdons.
What’s interesting about Snowdon: A Life in Art and Objects,
though, is that a handful of the photos — chiefly, those taken outside his
studio — show much less formality. Take the image of Yves-Saint Laurent
dressing one of his models; that of Max Ernst working on his sculpture,
Capricorn; or that of David Hockney in his famous, gold lamé jacket, sauntering
down a London street in 1963 — all of them show the photographer in a relaxed
Hockney was one of a number of visual artists whom Snowdon shot for
a 1965 book called Private View. Compiled by the critic John Russell and the
curator Bryan Robertson, it examined why — in their view — London had become an
art capital to rival Paris and New York. Snowdon enjoyed the project, though
admitted to having had his struggles with one particular subject. ‘Lucien Freud
scared the shit out of me,’ he said.
Snowdon’s bonds with other artists continued throughout his career,
notably during his spell as Provost of the Royal College of Art between 1995
A final picture from the sale worth mentioning is ostensibly the
most curious: of an empty red chair. Snowdon owned eight of these and often —
as can be seen in his portraits of Shaw and the film director Peter Greenaway —
liked to shoot his subjects sitting in them.
The chairs dated back to 1969 and the investiture of Prince Charles
at Caernarfon Castle, the ceremony that formally acknowledged him as Prince of
Wales. Snowdon was invited by the Queen to
stage-manage the event, and his contribution included the design of the
so-called ‘investiture chair’ for 4,600 guests.